Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Associates. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
The Names,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.